#but these two are downright lovely

[bugbrews-creations]

I've really wanted to draw @canisalbus's dog boys, and I finally got the chance to! Big big fan of these gay dogs, I'm soft for them.

[synthbug]

I used to be OBSESSED with these two when I was 11.. they were my FIRST BLORBOS ‼️‼️ I haven't thought of them in a while but I doodled them to make my 11 Yr old self happy and she sure is :]

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I don’t understand it when people say that Carrie was also the problem bc she was anxiously attached bc like …. maybe she had a moment or two but for the most part it was absolutely Big being such a selfish prick and then justifying it w “ohhh I have commitment issues bc my last marriage fell through” umm ur a 45 year old BABY actually

[specific-dreamer]

renni!two-bit’s scream is the scream of a beaten down man. his scream is the scream of a man who tried his damndest to take all that pain with a straight face, the scream of a man who refused to let the socs know that they got him. he refuses to give the satisfaction of knowing that he’s hurting. it’s the scream of a man that’s internally thinking he’s been through worse so why now, why now does it seem so unbearable. it’s the scream of a man who tries his hardest to be a man, he tries his hardest to brave life, but his scream is that of a boy. his scream is that a boy who’s been beaten down too many times by society

[hearthotchner]

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me

golden rays peeked through the gap in the curtains, as a soft, warm breeze passed through the room, causing your eyes to flutter, yet stay closed, wanting to bask in the feeling of him, for just a moment longer. strong arms had found themselves around you, pulling you into his firm chest, while his head was buried in the crook of your neck. gentle hands trailed up and glided through his inky hair, as he sighed and pressed a kiss wherever his lips could find.

it was a peaceful moment — one you often had, before it would all be broken, taken away from you. but, it was nice. it was nice to forget about all the horrors your job entailed, to have aaron.

you turned to lay on your side, wanting to take in his features, as you always did, to remember them well, before he left.

you loved how his eyes shone like honey, when the sunlight hit them just right, and how they crinkled at the corners, as he grinned down at you, before giving you a soft kiss.

a faint buzzing from your nightstand interrupted your blissful morning.

no longer were you basking in the glow of sunrise, no longer were you enveloped in warmth, no longer did you have aaron.

you put the phone on loudspeaker, and you listened to his monotone voice fill the empty room, staring blankly at the wall, while you rest your head on your knees.

whenever you awoke, you wondered when it’d be the last one — when you wouldn’t have these illusions of a life with a man you could never have.

it was the same old dream. where you’d share soft, intimate moments with one another, but he’d never talk. you’d never hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear. maybe it was because you had come to terms with the fact that he would never be with somebody like you, so much so, that your mind couldn’t even imagine him saying those things to you.

when you walked into the conference room, your eyes met his, ones that were as hard and black as coal, a complete contrast to the soft honey-like ones, you had seen not so long ago. his frown didn’t waver, while he waited for the last few members of the team to show up.

and just before you were all sent to pack up and get ready for the jet, he asked you to stay behind, asking if everything was okay — even apologising for calling you in so early, when he knew you often struggled to sleep.

the way he spoke to you… the way he spoke to you was so soft, gentle, and you loved the way his brows slowly knit together in concern, it was as if he actually cared. but he didn’t.

he’s just your boss. he doesn’t want to see you lacking on the field.

you immediately disposed of any thoughts that were involved with him reciprocating your feelings, or else you’d be no better than the people you chose to hunt down for a living.

swiftly walking away from him, you missed the way his gaze lingered on you for a little too long, and missed the way his ears were tinged red when rossi caught him staring through the window.

it would be better to ignore the things that’d give you false hope. if you fell victim to them, you’d only be hurting yourself when met with rejection. aaron could never love you, he could never want to be with you.

so you’d go on, only having him in dreams, not wanting to shatter that conjured up thought of your aaron. after all, you’d rather live in the bliss of fantasy, than be met with the harsh truth of what you thought was reality.

[johns-prince]

Paul in 1971: “Dear friend, throw the wine

I'm in love with a friend of mine

Really truly, young and newly wed

Are you a fool, or is it true?

Are you afraid, or is it true?

• • •

John, in 1971, in response:

“I was feeling insecure

You might not love me anymore

I was shivering inside

I was shivering inside.”

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

oh so when basen rikuson and lahan don't understand something right away that's because they aren't jinshi or gaoshun but when that annoying girl en'en doesn't she's smart she just needs a little push ?????

[invinciblerodent]

an issue i'm finding myself (or, my elf, eeyyyy) running into is that as their relationship progresses, Astarion and Iona become progressively harder to write together, because I'm kind of finding that the closer they are, the less they express themselves verbally.

like, for the earlier scenes, there is a lot of semi-clever back-and-forth which I enjoy writing, I love silly banter and teasing/flirting/bonding, and since they don't touch much early on, most of the relationship development happens in dialogue. but act 3?????? a lot of the emotional sludge that is between them feels most natural to, idk, leave unsaid, and have them rely on the understanding that they had been kind of hesitantly fostering since early act 2.

i know this is a stupid fucking thing to be gnawing on, especially considering that nobody has ever read a word of this damn fic, it's just.

it's a lot easier to write fun dialogue, than to somehow communicate, clearly and without headhopping or getting overly flowery/sanctimonious about it,

"aight chucklefucks, in this scene, he's climbing wordlessly under the covers with her both by way of an unwarranted apology that wasn't actually his to give (y'know, for the whole 'attacked in the middle of the night, bit to shit by his sibling while he stood by uselessly' deal that happened the previous night and is making him feel rotten and guilty for some reason), and as an acknowledgement that he's rattled, scared, and feeling vulnerable, which is why him actively seeking comfort in her instead of slinking off to lick his wounds alone is a big fuckin' deal."

"on the flipside, her not saying anything or asking why he's standing at the foot of her bed but just opening her arms to receive that silent request, invite him in (like one would a vampire, geddit), and giving him the affection with no preamble or caveat, is simultaneously an acceptance of that apology, a confirmation that despite all that's been going on during the daytime she still purposefully elects to trust him, and a reassurance that she is there, she's alive, unhurt, and her feelings haven't changed because of all this either."

"this cuddle is emotionally significant, it intentionally mirrors the one from which they were spurned by the vampire attack as a way to show that regardless of what happens, this undercurrent of tenderness still exists, but nobody is going to say a goddamn word about it, because not only would putting any of this into words be far, far beyond both of them in terms of emotional intelligence, acknowledging that he views her as a point of security and that her anxiety is eased by easing his would also feel wrong and like whoever mentions it is speaking fluent therapese. plus, breaking the silence with lengthy internal monologues would also fucking ruin the simplicity and the impact of the whole goddamn thing, even though all that actually bloody happens is 1.) she flips the covers back, 2.) he climbs in and nuzzles her chest, and 3.) she pulls the covers over his shoulder."

meanwhile i'm just looking at the maybe two actual paragraphs that i've written like

[cluster-b-culture-is]

BPD + Autism + ADHD culture is getting so physically overwhelmed with joy for your favorite character from your hyperfixation that it becomes overstimulating and you stop being able to speak because you're physically overwhelmed with the joy you're experiencing just thinking about HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[inkykeiji]

re: that akutagawa x reader x dazai fic - does dazai end up having to pickup the slack for akutagawa’s attempt at aftercare or does he drag akutagawa back to do it properly? tbh im so interested in this poly’s dynamic !!

aaah i should really finish the two aku x reader x dazai oneshots i’ve got just rotting away in my docs for u then anon 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ ooh interesting question!! dazai would finish the job himself. akutagawa is too inept at it all, as far as Daddy dazai is concerned. there’s no way he could possibly handle something so special and important </3 and yes, these subtle yet sharp, passive-aggressive remarks about how akutagawa can’t do it, can’t clean up the mess he’s made, has to have Daddy do it for him like everything else, murmured out in condescending coos as dazai tends to reader (so sweet! so soft! so tender!), are also a part of his ‘punishment’; the psychological component. it further sows those bitter seeds of inferiority deep into akutagawa’s soul—so deep they’re irreversible, irrevocable, unremovable—as Daddy berates him in a gentle lilt, the causticity of his words contradicted by the clement tone as he reminds him that this is why he’s never allowed to play on his own; because he’s too incompetent to clean up his fucking messes properly </3

[bluegarners]

so so so interesting to me how ppl gauge alternate worlds and its reflections on a character on that scale of morally good versus evil...

[villapaitapeli]

Ranked the 2053 songs. I feel like the overall quality is still good and instead my beef is probably with how similar the songs are. Like I listen to the Asterline songs from the first album but not from the second one (despite putting most of them in the same tier) because they more or less sound the same. But I was positively surprised by Startrail taking a break from Stella Mine's "we have SH at home" shtick and being a great song too.

[zarvasace]

Sword

Ask

Wonder

Land

:) I couldn’t pick just one word XD

(neither can I!) (heads up, disability AU! Context: Hyrule is mostly blind!)

Hyrule nodded to himself—the spots of dark magic he could feel were all dwindling, save the auras that hovered around Twilight and Four. The monsters had all been taken care of, and it seemed that nobody had been gravely injured this time around. He began to turn his attention to seeking out the other Heroes when a voice interrupted him.

"Hold on, Hyrule," Four all but snapped, making a lot of noise as he rolled over dirt and crunched leaves to get closer. "There's blood all over that sword. Clean it before you put it away."

"I can clean it later. Can't I?" Hyrule asked, pausing in his unconscious motion to sheathe his sword.

Four huffed in exasperation. "It's a wonder that you all have any non-magical swords left, the way you treat them. Here, let me have a look at it."

"You'd better, because I can't."

There was a pause, and then the joke landed. Four snorted, and something in his voice relaxed. "That's awful."

"Thanks." Hyrule smiled brightly in Four's direction.

"Now hand it over."

[monstersdownthepath]

I haven't run out of monsters I like--not nearly--but the problem is that monsters I like tend to be mechanically unique or complex. It's hard to talk about monsters like that constantly without getting low on Write Juice! So I have to interspeed them with less complex critters now and then.

.. that being said, tomorrow's article is not short and simple.

[lesbianturtle]

i just found this scene very sweet

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

It’s so weird how Engage somehow made 3H discourse feel even more suffocating to me